Plight of the Poet

“a breeze on the air, a blue sky” He sees birds playing through the trees and remembers they exist and hates their freedom. Two lovers...

A sneak peak at the next draft of Monopole [formerly Theodorus in Excelsis] The mid-morning city passes by. Teddy stares out the van’s...

Immoral robots have taken over the financial system! They were created by the hard work, greed, and ingenuity of the sons of America’s...

“dandelion parapet” whimsical shoes remorseful they don’t walk more a cup worth of soup making love on a cool spring morning to a tin can...

From the not-so-immediately forthcoming novel tentatively entitled Modern Disparity …a thought occurred to me that had been festering in...

How does one exist in anything less than the forty-two minutes it takes until the laundry’s done? By one, of course, I mean myself and...

how colorless it seems to be forgotten whereas milk laments all rational in daydream breakfast cereal profanity becomes mundane singers...

Teddy found something in himself it would have been impossible not to find. It is as though what he became, what he would become, was...

The days, as of late, have been filling up more—all the while these words beckoning to me, tugging at my arm, begging me to pursue. Teddy...

i dream once more of pasts gone by through life to limb of futures to come the soft wind and a clearer mind make one last complete...